Usually movies like Tyler Perryâ€™s â€œTemptation: Confessions of a Marriage Counselorâ€ are right up my alley. You donâ€™t see a Tyler Perry film because youâ€™re under any illusions it will be good. At their best, Perry movies excel at hitting the sweet spot of terrible, the kind of bad movie you canâ€™t wait to pick apart with your friends afterward. Why else did I go see â€œTwilight: Breaking Dawn â€” Part 2â€³ in theaters? I was under no illusions I was seeing a good film. I wanted a glorious waste, and boy, did I get my moneyâ€™s worth. Michael Sheenâ€™s evil laugh was worth the price of admission alone.
Like Tommy Wiseauâ€™s â€œThe Room,â€ Perryâ€™s films arenâ€™t so much made as they are loosely cobbled together, and itâ€™s fun to point out the seams in his craftsmanship. The sound design is terrible, the acting is all over the place and the film takes place in about seven different genres simultaneously. â€œTemptationâ€ canâ€™t decide if it wants to be a melodrama, high camp, a morality play, a broad comedy, a Lifetime movie or a potboiler, so it makes the proceedings into a $5.99 buffet â€” a little bit of this, a lot of that, doused with camp and unintentional humor. Douglas Sirk would have loved Tyler Perry.
However, despite my best efforts to find the film funny, thereâ€™s something immensely troubling about the morality slopped in with Perryâ€™s genre stew. The film is about a Christian womanâ€™s destructive sexual awakening and an affair that leads her away from her marriage. â€œTemptationâ€ initially feels like a rebuttal to readers of Kate Chopin (or, heaven forbid, E.L. James) showing how passion can destroy the stability we take for granted. The main character is the therapist for a â€œMillionaire Matchmakerâ€-type who has her wandering eye on a billionaire client. He looks like a male model, is named Harley and drives a red sportscar. He espouses the belief that humans should have sex like animals.